Skins I wore a wetsuit into the lake sun glinted, elbowing through youthful foliage, neoprene absorbed the blows of water’s rising assault I was braced, mustered: leaving fear on the shore with my dry robe and car keys where it watched me rising proud from wind-fractured water I sought that tidal inhalation, […]
Bridles – 100 words
Bridles My mind is a stable full of horses – glossy and glorious. There are times when they gallop in the surf – magnificent and free. But do you know how much work it takes to get them down the twisty beach path without eating cabbages in gardens we pass or pausing to bite each […]
Yoga is that friend – 100 words
Yoga is that friend The one who says it doesn’t matter that your leggings have a hole in them, get off your arse and into class The one who says if it feels terrible today, then sit it out, no one will care The one who says is that all you’ve got? – I […]
Succession – 100 words
Succession This week a man gets a new hat, or rather it’s a very old hat and it’s made of metal and stones not knitted for comfort or warmth and it won’t keep the sun off, but it is the hat he was born to wear a destiny hat, if you like. One day perhaps, […]
Upcycle – 100 words
Upcycle Life leaves its mark scars from collisions from emergency intervention, mysteriously mottled, skin stretched, returned corrugated, deflated balloon, all fun exhaled holiday, lobster, peel, tan, fade, repeat the nail that didn’t survive the half marathon the eyebrows that didn’t survive the eighties rough where it used to be smooth low where it used […]
Warning for the young – 100 words
Warning for the young Your hippocampus is grey and small and shaped like a seahorse (apparently) an insignificant brain blob but do not make the mistake of taking it for granted while it’s ever so easy to stuff with song lyrics, boyfriend biographies and bins out on a Wednesday for Thursday collection beware there […]
Mayday – 100 words
Mayday May Day. Blossom, buds and garlands pale girl with flowers in her hair stately, solemn: Queen of the May May Day. Dancing weavers patterned the pole not Priapus but axis mundi: lightning rod for joy: timeless village green. May Day. The countryside teeters – winter’s peril behind harvest toil ahead. On this […]
Inside out – 100 words
Inside out Once when expecting a son, I met a woman who was also pregnant and I thought goodness, her bump is huge, I won’t be spherical like her for ages then someone took our photo and I realised I was Jupiter to her Pluto. Now that baby has a beard and a job, but […]